I'm not one to boast, mainly because I'm terrible at it, but on occasion I have been known to state my belief that in a zombie apocalypse I'd probably do alright. I have no idea why I think that years of sitting on my arse, reading comics, and watching zombies on TV would make up for my lack of fitness, tar-caked lungs, and general cowardliness, but there you have it. If one thing is going to stick with me from Long Road Ahead it's that I'm kidding myself -- I'd be a terrible survivor, and a far worse leader.

After the horrifying events in Starved for Help, I ended the episode on a pragmatic note. It was the first decision I had made that had just been about survival, plain and simple. At the time, I thought I made the right choice. However, over the last month I confess to being racked by guilt, not something I'd normally expect after finishing up a game. I decided, before I'd even installed episode three, that I'd make more of a concerted effort to do the right thing. What an absolutely terrible mistake.